Page 63 of Red Captive

I let Steel touch me. I let him get me off. Wait a minute. That isn’t exactly true. That would have been okay, but that’s not exactly what happened.

I begged Steel to touch me. I didn’t just let him; I begged him to do it. I groan in complete embarrassment. I begged him to touch me, and I begged him even harder to make me come. That’s not entirely true either; what I wanted was for him to have sex with me. No…I can get totally honest with myself here; I wanted him to fuck me.

I still do.

It’s worse now that I know how good he would be. How freaking amazing. If he could do that with just one hand… Noteven one hand. Two fingers were all it took to have me going off like a rocket. I’ve never come so long or so hard before.

Imagine what he could do if he used his whole freaking body. All of it. If he used his massive dick on me…in me.

I groan again, and this time, it’s frustration and sexual need…for him…for Steel. He was better when he was being an asshole. He had to get all sweet on me. Sweet and brooding; now that’s the best combination ever. I didn’t realize that particular fact until right now, but holy shit, I want him even more now.

I back up and take a look at myself in the full-length mirror. I’m wearing another one of the fancy dresses that were loaned to me. This one is white and shows my legs, as well as a hint of cleavage. I know I look good. My hair is up. I’m wearing the dangly earrings with the pink stones.

I’m dressed to impress. In less than an hour, I’m meeting a man. Going on a date. That man is not Steel. It’s someone else. It’s one of the candidates, and yet, I dressed for Steel. I look like this for him. This is all for him because, apparently, I’m insane.

Maybe the guy I meet will be really great. Maybe I’ll like him. Maybe I’ll like him more than Steel.

I have to forget that last night ever happened.

I have to move forward.

I have to think of my family.

I must.

I nod once. Then I head out of my bedroom. Steel turns as I walk into the room. He looks so incredibly handsome. He’s wearing another one of those suits. The ones that fit him like a glove. That shows off his perfect physique. The white, collared shirt has the edge of a tattoo peeking through.

There’s another one on his right hand. The hand he used—

Nope.

Not going there.

I walk over to the door. “Shall we?”

“Are you eager to get going today?”

“Yes, I am.” I clear my throat.

“Okay, then.” Steel opens the door, and I go out into the hallway. I don’t wait for him. I start walking. I’m in the Louboutins. My tan might be fading, but I know I look pretty okay.

Steel jogs to catch up to me.

I keep my eyes trained ahead.

“You look good, Jen,” Steel says as he catches up, falling in beside me.

“No, no.” I shake my head, glancing at Steel. “I’m sure that’s not allowed. We have to stick to our rules. No chitchat and absolutely no flirting, remember?”

“I was just being nice. I wasn’t flirting, I swear.”

“Nope, no being nice either.” I shake my head. “We shouldn’t talk to one another unless it’s absolutely necessary. You were right; we need to avoid each other as much as possible. Especially after what happened last night.”

Namely, I came all over his hand. I have to work at not flinching.

“Okay. You’re right. But I’m not apologizing for what happened.”

“I didn’t ask you to. I don’t want an apology. I’m not giving you one either.” I glance his way.

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